The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 80 : Because My Dream is to Live a Long and Healthy Life

"I suppose this might be our last."

At Zhuge Ming's mumble, Peng Xiaofeng and Moyong Susu quietly agreed.

Beside them, the injured officials and Un Bang, a disciple of the Kongtong Sect, lay like corpses.

"Hebei Peng Clan, Moyong Family, and now the Zhuge Family..."

Ju Seokpil, who had been wandering the forest leading the disciples of the Hwangha Sect, had finally caught a big fish.

He had discovered the next-generation talents of a whopping three of the Five Great Families.

Ju Seokpil gave the order to attack without delay.

'The Martial Arts Alliance and the Beggars' Sect have made their move, and swordsmen of unknown identity have also appeared. There's no time. I must kill these brats quickly and return.'

Ju Seokpil, who had to establish his merit, had to kill the next-generation talents of the Five Great Families as quickly as possible and escape.

The martial artists of the Hwangha Sect, who had received the order, launched an offensive.

A whopping thirty-plus martial artists rushed at just seven next-generation talents.

But the Five Great Families were not to be trifled with.

Peng Xiaofeng and Moyong Susu put up a tremendous fight, dealing with the rushing martial artists of the Hwangha Sect.

In particular, Peng Xiaofeng's saber, which drove forward with strong physical power, blocked the way.

Moyong Susu supported Peng Xiaofeng's rear with a fast and nimble sword technique.

Furthermore, Zhuge Ming checked the martial artists of the Hwangha Sect by throwing daggers or using a Judge's Brush for surprise attacks.

Just three martial artists were blocking the offensive of over thirty martial artists.

"Tsk... Elders, step up too!"

"Understood."

At the sect leader's command, the two waiting elders stepped forward.

At their appearance, shadows were cast over the faces of Peng Xiaofeng and Moyong Susu.

"The real ones have appeared."

"It is an honor to be able to fight my last battle with you all."

"Haha... if only Young Hero Jin were here at a time like this..."

At Zhuge Ming's mumble, Moyong Susu re-gripped her sword and said.

"It's a relief that he's not here. Young Hero Jin is our benefactor. We can't die together in a place like this."

"That won't happen."

"What do you mean?"

At Moyong Susu's question, Zhuge Ming, after a moment of thought, said with a hollow laugh.

"Do you remember the fiend at Jiao Lake who defeated all of us in an instant?"

"How could I forget?"

"The one who defeated that fiend back then was none other than..."

Swoooosh—!!

Two flying swords that came from somewhere aimed for the two elders of the Hwangha Sect who were targeting Moyong Susu and Peng Xiaofeng.

"Heup!"

The elders swung their swords and deflected the flying swords.

But they could not overcome the repulsive force and were pushed back.

"Strong...!"

The two elders, realizing they had been pushed back a whopping five steps, were terrified.

Soon, four flying swords flew like lightning and began to slaughter the martial artists of the Hwangha Sect.

"Wh-What is this..."

The three bewildered people turned their gazes in the direction the flying swords had come from.

At the same time, Jin Sohyun appeared from between the thick trees.

"Young Hero Jin!"

A bright smile appeared on Zhuge Ming's face.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm alright for now. However, their condition is not good."

Jin Sohyun discovered the officials who were injured and had collapsed where Zhuge Ming was pointing.

Although they had avoided instant death, they were all in a state of severe injury, close to death.

Jin Sohyun, who felt that there was no time, retrieved his flying swords and said.

"For now, move the injured officials to that peak over there. The people of the Martial Arts Alliance will be there."

"What will you do, Young Hero Jin!?"

At Moyong Susu's question, Jin Sohyun gripped his flying sword tightly.

"I will deal with those brats."

"You can't do it alone! There are over a hundred of them!"

As she said, there were still over a hundred members left in the Hwangha Sect.

In particular, the two elders were burning with fighting spirit and acted as if they would rush in at any moment.

"I'll run away if I have to. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's running away."

"Then, I will stay with you."

Moyong Susu stood shoulder to shoulder with Jin Sohyun.

"Young Hero Peng! I'm counting on you! You're bigger and stronger than me, so you can carry more people. So hurry!"

"Keuk! I'll move them and come right back!"

Peng Xiaofeng and Zhuge Ming began to move the injured officials to the peak.

Moyong Susu, who was re-gripping her sword and catching her breath, showed a transcendent smile.

"I never imagined that the person I would spend my last moments with would be Young Hero Jin."

"Why do you talk as if you're going to die?"

"What? Well..."

"We're not going to die."

Jin Sohyun said, infusing his flying sword with internal energy.

"Because my dream is to live a long and healthy life. I can't die now."

***

She just thought he was saying it to reassure her.

But it didn't take long to realize that he was being sincere.

"My goodness..."

Moyong Susu could not believe what she was seeing.

One against a hundred.

Jin Sohyun had made that phrase, which was just a term to refer to a brave soldier, a reality.

The two elders, who had rushed in, unable to contain their overflowing fighting spirit, had their chests pierced and died by just six flying swords.

The Single Line Splitting Lightning that had flown in three consecutive times had pierced their hearts.

Soon, Jin Sohyun repeatedly threw and retrieved his flying swords, dealing with the martial artists of the Hwangha Sect who were rushing in from all sides, single-handedly.

As the number of corpses increased, Ju Seokpil's face turned pale.

"Wh-What on earth is that brat!"

Displaying his sword control art using flying swords, Jin Sohyun slaughtered the rushing martial artists of the Hwangha Sect in an instant.

As the number of disciples decreased, Ju Seokpil's mind also went blank.

A sect is only completed and maintained when there are people.

That was the same for the unorthodox Hwangha Sect.

"Re... retreat! Run away! Everyone, run away!"

Now, Ju Seokpil had no thought of establishing his merit.

To protect the sect, he had to save even one more disciple.

As the leader collapsed, the unity of the Hwangha Sect collapsed even more quickly.

"Uwaaak!"

"Run away!"

"It's a monster! A monster!"

The Hwangha Sect, which had long reigned as a pillar of the unorthodox faction, an object of fear or hatred to some.

They ran away, even throwing away their swords, to escape from death.

Jin Sohyun did not bother to chase the fleeing martial artists of the Hwangha Sect.

"Hoo... hoo... am I not fully recovered yet?"

Jin Sohyun, due to his lack of internal energy, had to go around and pick up the flying swords himself.

Moyong Susu was looking at Jin Sohyun with a blank face.

"...What just happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well..."

'Come to think of it.'

It was so natural that she hadn't even realized it, but the martial arts robe Jin Sohyun was wearing was red.

Moyong Susu, who had belatedly realized that it had turned red from being covered in blood, got goosebumps.

'How many fights has he been in!?'

Moyong Susu, who had witnessed Jin Sohyun's strength firsthand, was confused.

"Wait, then the one who defeated the fiend at Jiao Lake... was it... Young Hero Jin?"

"Yes. He wasn't that strong of a guy."

'He wasn't that strong!?'

The fiend of Jiao Lake.

He was a strong man who had single-handedly toyed with the next-generation talents of the Five Great Families.

And such a strong man wasn't that strong?

Moyong Susu felt she understood why Jin Sohyun had said that.

'He defeated over a hundred enemies by himself. Just how strong is he?'

She realized that Jin Sohyun was a strong man whose level she could not fathom.

At that, her face turned red for no reason.

"Why did you hide your skills?"

"It's not a skill worth hiding, and I was afraid it would become a hassle."

Moyong Susu now gave up on understanding Jin Sohyun.

'They said he was the laziest bum in Shanxi... rumors are not to be believed.'

Moyong Susu, who was looking at the dead martial artists of the Hwangha Sect with an indifferent expression, put her sword back in its scabbard and said.

"Shall we go now?"

***

"Out of a total of one hundred and one officials, the total number of deaths is twenty-two. Fifteen are seriously injured, and thirty-one are lightly injured. Other than that, there are no other injuries."

"What about the unorthodox faction brats who attacked the officials?"

"We have found over four hundred corpses, and we have captured two hundred and twenty martial artists who were running away with injuries. The White Sword Unit is chasing the remnants, so the number of deaths and prisoners is expected to increase."

Pal'ungae wiped his face with both hands.

At that, the beggar who was reporting said with a sigh-filled voice.

"It is a result that can be called a miracle."

"...I suppose so."

A whopping eight hundred-plus enemies had launched a surprise attack.

But the number of dead next-generation talents was only twenty-two.

Even in a situation where it would not have been strange for all one hundred and one officials to have died, only a small number had died.

"It is said that most of the surviving officials received the help of a martial artist named Oh Seolhwa, a disciple of the Huashan Sect. It is said that she subdued the enemy with a speed that was invisible to the eye."

"Oh Seolhwa?"

Pal'ungae knew who Oh Seolhwa was through the register of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.

Although her skills were outstanding, judging from the various testimonies and circumstances, the achievements she had shown far surpassed her level.

"Who was in the same group as Oh Seolhwa?"

"His name is Jin Sohyun. He is the eldest son of the Jin Family in Shanxi. A special note is that... he is said to have learned martial arts under the Flying Sword Hero for about six years."

"Just six years?"

Six years could be said to be long, but in terms of a martial artist's time, it was an extremely short period.

It took at least ten years to learn the heart technique.

If you included the method of handling a weapon, you had to hone your martial arts under a master for twenty years to become a proper martial artist.

But just six years.

'The close relationship between the Flying Sword Hero and the Jin Family has been famous since ancient times. Did he teach his disciple the flying sword technique?'

The reason Pal'ungae was confused was because of the cause of death of the dead unorthodox faction martial artists.

"They were dead with holes pierced in their hearts or necks..."

"According to some witnesses, a sword-like weapon, longer than a dagger but shorter than a sword, flew in."

Pal'ungae's worries were short.

"A flying sword."

"If it's a flying sword, isn't it the unique weapon of the Flying Sword Hero?"

"Yes. The creator of the flying sword technique is Elder Kang. And his disciple is Jin Sohyun."

"But that doesn't make sense. Jin Sohyun was a man so lazy that he was called the Slothful Young Master even within his family, and his evaluation within the Daoist temple was also very poor."

"Butae."

"Yes, Pavilion Master."

"When you don't know what to believe, you have to believe the situation. The Flying Sword Hero has not had a disciple for a long time. But if he took a man with the title of Slothful Young Master as his disciple, there must be a reason. Gather information on Jin Sohyun."

"Yes!"

Pal'ungae, who had given the order to Butae, let out a deep sigh and scratched his head.

"I don't know what excuse to make."

Due to the silence of the White Sword Unit, an unplanned victim had occurred.

But it was not without its harvest.

Pal'ungae gathered the maps sent by the beggars of the Beggars' Sect and spread them out on a square table.

As he gathered the scattered maps, a huge map was completed.

Pal'ungae, who was looking at it, took up a brush and began to draw a line.

***

"To think that eight hundred people went out and killed only about twenty... it's absurd."

Mu Yu did not get angry.

He was not excited either.

He was just filling his head with the news that was being delivered one after another.

"Jin Sohyun, it's you again."

He did not blame the incompetence of the unorthodox faction.

He thought about why they had shed nearly five hundred people's blood and had only been able to kill about twenty next-generation talents.

Every result has a process and a reason that created it.

And Mu Yu focused on the variable that had created the unexpected result.

"The second coming of the Ten-Armed Blood Ghost."

The surviving martial artists of the unorthodox faction all said the same thing.

The Ten-Armed Blood Ghost had appeared.

His disciple had slaughtered everyone in sight with ten flying swords.

"Ma Seongun... I still don't know why you knew about that brat, but I know the reason you're interested."

Mu Yu laughed without a sound.

"That brat will grow into the largest giant tree that will support the Orthodox Martial World in the future."

Although it was a situation that would be very troublesome for the Heretic's Path Alliance, Mu Yu was happy.

"I've reaped a great harvest."

It didn't matter if it was a tree that would become a giant tree.

It was enough to break it and trample it before that.

(End of Chapter)